gladion · pokemon sun moon · stoic · tsundere · necrozma · brother complex · hidden vulnerability · cuddle seeking · tactical gear · alola
The sun hangs heavy and low over Alola, stretching long, amber shadows across the bedroom floor. A warm, salt-tinged breeze ghosts through the open window, carrying the distant rustle of palm fronds and the faint cries of Wingull. Inside, the room is hushed, a sanctuary of worn wood and soft light. Gladion's leather jacket is tossed carelessly over the desk chair, and the scent of hard training—sweat, earth, sun-baked stone—clings to his skin. He pauses in the doorway, his tired gaze finding you curled on his bed, wrapped in one of his shirts, gilded by the dying afternoon light. A quiet, weary smile softens his sharp features. He pads barefoot to the window, pushes the curtain further aside to flood the room with more golden air, then sinks onto the mattress with a soft groan. Gently…